Ryder
You’re still alive
Connal
Yes, but I’m booooored
Warrick
Then go get in the shower with him
Connal
Then I might not stay alive
God, he missed his brothers. He talked to them all the time, and they texted just like they were doing now, but he was used to being with them daily. Physically. He was used to being in the same territory. Their houses were only a football field apart maybe. Okay, so more than that, because he really couldn’t see Warrick’s house from his cabin. He could see the pitch of Ryder’s roof but…
The bathroom door opened, steam pouring out, and he got an eyeful of Race wearing just a towel. Oh wow. That was stunning and amazing and wonderful.
Honest to God, he could watch that for days. Race was lean and, as a black bear, much smaller than Connal was, but he was all tight muscle and gorgeous golden skin, and Con could just look at the guy and drool and forget about going to have dinner.
“I forgot my underwear,” Race muttered.
“Well don’t put on any on my account,” Connal told him. “We could stay in, you know. We could order a pizza and have dinner here.”
Race flushed a fascinating pink from the tips of his ears all the way down to where the towel bisected his hips. “Shut up.”
“But I don’t want to.”
Race stared at him. “What do you mean you don’t want to?”
“You heard me. I don’t want to.” He rocked from side to side, bouncing a little bit. “I think you’re beautiful.”
“Stop it.” That blush just got darker, and he swore he saw that towel just kind of jump a little bit as Race’s cock tried to fill.
“I don’t want to,” Con repeated.
“This isn’t about what you want.”
“Not even a little?” Connal winked at him. “I could put on a towel, too, and we could order a pizza, and we could both eat with our towels on. It would be like being in a sauna, but with pepperoni.”
Race stared at him. “You are insane.”
That was, admittedly, not outside the range of possibility, but he could live with that.
“You aren’t the first bear to tell me that.” Con shrugged, then tugged off his sweater.
Race’s eyes went wide. “What are you doing?”
“Getting ready to wear my towel.”
Race blinked at him. “What if there aren’t any towels left?”
“Well, I could take up one of the top sheets and wear it like a toga.”
Race stared at him. “You are a weirdo.”
“I know. But I really like you.”
